I don’t own an iPhone. I’ve never played Angry Birds, but I know the theme song. This cover of it, by Pomplamoose, makes me smile. Perhaps you will like it, too.
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NaBloPoMo
Well, Who’d Of Thought?
For a pleasantly scented work area do this:
- Go for an early morning walk.
- Upon returning home but before entering the house– pluck stray dried leaves out of the pot of rosemary that sits on the front stoop.
- Enter home and immediately go to desktop computer to catch up on email.
- When finished with email– shower and dress for the day.
- Return to home office and sit down in front of computer to start day in earnest.
Result? The most delightfully aromatic keyboard I ever did smell. 🙂
Behind The Scenes With A NaBloPoMo Blogger
As of today I’m one-third of the way through my commitment to post something on this blog every day this month.
√ I’m amazed by how easy it is for me to come up with ideas about what to write here each day. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; I’m a generalist after all.
√ On the flip side, I’m worn out by the actual writing and posting of said ideas. Daily posting takes more time than you can possibly imagine– says the free spirit who usually keeps this blog on a more casual basis.
√ As per my desire to meet more bloggers, I’ve introduced myself to 10 bloggers who are also doing NaBloPoMo. Seven have stopped by here to say “hi!” right back. Good to know that there are other people who are willing to reach out and meet someone new.
√ The total word count on my posts to-date is: 2765. If I was doing NaNoWriMo, which asks a person to commit to writing a 50,000 word novel during the month of November, I’d be at the 16,667 word count mark by now. Clearly, I’m a blogger and not a novelist. A woman’s got to know her limits.
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[And the seven bloggers who have stopped by to say “hi” are: alejna – Jane – Kristen – Laura – Melisa – Polly – Zazzy. Click on a name. Meet someone new.]
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The End Of The Season
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Yesterday, on a whim, as I was heading home I decided to stop and take some photos of a canoe rental place that I drive by from time to time. The place was deserted, but the sun was shining brightly and there was a certain charm to the emptiness.
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I always wonder how this place stays in business, yet every spring it reappears. Just like daffodils in the garden or major league baseball on the radio. Gotta love it– even if I never, ever want to go canoeing!
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THE SPECTACLED BEAN 